I bought some nice candle stick holders and frames for my room. Not to mention that I stocked up on Swedish candy and food. #blessed to have an IKEA down the road.

Also #cursed but oh well.

We went to Good Friday mass and then had an absolutely fantastic dinner. We did not anticipate the bouj level of this place. Our waiter knew us by name and that we were going to a show after dinner.

I was like, “why are you so obsessed with me?”

No, but I was actually irked that he did not really acknowledge me and seemed to be only quite concerned with pa.

Don’t get me wrong, my dad DEFINITELY deserves all of the attention and respect he was getting, but it felt weird. I can only imagine it had something to do with my age or gender. I might have just smelled icky or had something in my teeth.

IDK. Maybe I’m wrong. But it didn’t feel good.

We were going to see what he’d do if I asked for the bill & paid (with my dad’s card, but hey it was for show), but we didn’t because by that time we had a personal connection with this fellow.

& I had already made my presence known. & forced him to interact with the mousy preteen-looking female. HA.

The weather was supposed to be pretty crappy, but it was beautiful when we came out of the museum, so we headed to Uptown to find a nice place for lunch.

We wanted to just grab sandwiches at a cafe, but when we walked by Cowboy Slims, it looked too enticing.

They had their massive garage door windows open and the warm air was blowing in. We landed a perfect seat right in the sun. Stupendous people watching. Remarkable cheese curds. & two bottles of Corona.

Summer is so close I can taste it.

On Sunday we went to church at the Cathedral in Saint Paul. I’ve never been there before, but lawwwd it was beautiful.